34 (Part 2)

Living is giving. Living is giving. The quote ran through my head as I drove through the Columbia River Gorge. And it continued as I drove through the Hood River area and through the Dalles. The phrase faded and I drove in silence, admiring the plateaus, the river, the waterfalls, the untouched hills, the windContinue reading “34 (Part 2)”

34 (Part 1)

Thirty-four hours, in a packed car, with a large dog in the passenger seat. That was the setting for the thoughts in this post. With my belly full of waffles, I said goodbye to Portland and turned on an old favorite, Coldplay. I don’t know why, it just seemed right. I listened to a fewContinue reading “34 (Part 1)”

The Rare Book Room

Did you know John Chrysostom was an early Church Father of Constantinople? Did you know he was called Chrysostom because he was such a good speaker? Just try saying Chrysostom. “Chrys-os-tom.” Don’t you feel like a great speaker? Chrysostom essentially means golden-mouthed. It is a combination of two Greek words. I learned this awhile back when I visited Powell’s Rare BookContinue reading “The Rare Book Room”